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Full Throttle
Summary : Bucky thinks he hooked up with a really pretty mechanic.Â
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x motorcycle racer!reader (she/her)Â
Warnings/tags : cursing. Sex is implied. Bucky on a motorcycle. Purely self-indulgent fic.
Word count : 3.9k
Note : reader is a MotoGP rider! Iâm still reeling from the championship battle last week that I just needed to write this. Also I apologise for everyone who wasnât tagged in waste a moment! I lost half my notes and Iâve been trying to recover it. Hopefully itâll be resolved by tomorrow. Enjoy!
Bucky Barnes wasnât just drawn to motorcycles because they were fast or dangerousâ at least not entirely.Â
He loved them because of the freedom they gave him, the sense of control when everything else in his life felt it had spiralled into oblivion. Riding demanded focus and precisionâall the things heâd spent the last couple of years training.Â
When he was on his bike, the world faded away. There was only the hum of the engine, the wind in his hair, and the open road.
And sure, being on the road was fun, but sometimes, all he wanted was a challenge.
Thatâs when he found the dirt track in the edge of townâ a place where he could train for missions that called for high-speed chasesâ a place he could lose himself for a while.Â
It was something fun to do once in a while, you know? Sam would call this a hobby.
The roar of engines and the earthy tang of kicked-up dirt felt like home. In a way, it was strangely meditative. It reminded him of what it felt like to be humanâ to push himself to the limit, to make mistakes and learn.
Every Tuesday, after training, he came to the track.Â
And every Tuesday, so did you.
The first time he saw you, Bucky had to do a double take. You were standing by your bike, helmet tucked under one arm, dirt streaked across your padded leather jacket.
Bucky was no stranger to beautiful people, but there was something about you that struck him differentlyâ maybe it was the confidence in the way you carried yourself or the fire in your eyes when you looked his way. Either way, he was floored.
At first, he figured you were just another skilled rider trying to forget the world. That it was just a hobby, like it was to him. But as the weeks went on, you realised this was your life.Â
It must be.
The way you rode was⊠incredible. Every turn was sharp, calculated. Precise.Â
And despite your obvious talent, you never made a big deal about it. Just like you never made a big deal out of the fact that he was the fucking Winter Soldier.Â
Of course, you knew who he wasâheâd caught the occasional glint of recognition in your eyes. But you never brought it up, never asked for autographs or photos. Instead, you treated him like just another guy at the track.
That didnât mean you didnât flirt, though.
Every now and then, youâd throw him a cheeky grin. Youâd playfully tell him things like, âNice lap, soldier,â and Bucky would just blush (which you found adorable, of course).
He would always try to laugh it off, but the truth was, your teasing left his heart racing faster than his bike ever could.
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Bucky had been working up the nerve for weeks, and today, he thought he would finally bite the bullet.Â
Today he was going to ask you out.Â
You were wiping the sweat from your brow when he leaned casually against his bike, trying to look more confident than he felt.
âYouâre always here on a Tuesday,â he said, before mentally groaning at himself
What the fuck was that? He thought. Is Always here on a Tuesday really the best flirty opening line he had? It was not even an open-ended question. It was just an observation. Nice one, Barnes.
But instead of brushing him off, you paused, setting your gloves down with an amused spark lighting up in your eyes. âCould say the same for you, Barnes.â You tilted your head and gave a casual shrug, acting as if having a stunning super soldier gawking over you wasnât flattering. âYou stalking me?â
The corner of his lips curved upward, the nervous tension melting away ever so slightly. âMaybe I just like the view.â
That earned him a smirk. You let your eyes descend over himâhis dark hair falling in perfect disarray, his shirt clinging to his chest under his jacket. âSure,â you teased.Â
He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. âMaybe Iâve got a good reason to show up.â
âOh?â you asked, stepping closer, tossing your helmet onto your bike seat with a little dramatic flair. âDonât tell me the Winter Soldier needs more practice catching bad guys on a bike. Thought you had that down.â
âYeah, well,â he drawled, letting his gaze linger on you. âNever hurts to train. Especially when thereâs someone like you around to keep me humble.â
âHumble?â You quirked an eyebrow, folding your arms as you leaned a hip against the leather seat of the bike. âLooked pretty cocky last week, pulling that stunt to take down the bad guy.â
He blinked, genuinely surprised. âYou saw that?â
It had been a theftâ some guy thought he could steal experimental weapons from an old Stark warehouse and get away with it. Not his cleanest chase, but he did the job.
âPlease, it was all over the news. Did you not see the four helicopters following the chase?â you said, a mischievous glint in your eye. âI gotta say, youâre not bad, Barnes.â
âNot bad?â he echoed, feigning offence.
You leaned in just a little, dropping your voice. âIâve seen smoother turns. If you want pointers, I could teach you a thing or two.â
His lips parted, but no words came out for a moment as he processed how close you were. âYou offering lessons now?â
You laughed before gesturing at his bike.Â
This was his dirt bike, a recreational bikeâ not the one he used for the chase last week. Still, it could use a bit of⊠fine tuning.Â
âTell you what, soldier,â you said, âFix that lag in your throttle response first. Then Iâll teach you a thing or two about taking corners.â
Bucky tilted his head, narrowing his eyes âThereâs nothing wrong with my throttle response.â
âOh, honey,â you purred, stepping just close enough for your shoulder to brush his. âI could hear it lagging from halfway across the track.â
He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.Â
âYou saying I need a tune-up?â
âIâm saying,â you said, your voice like velvet, âthat if you wanna keep up, youâre gonna need a better setup.â
He couldnât help the grin tugging at his lips. He still didnât have the guts to ask you out that day, but he walked away with hope, that maybe, this could grow into something more.
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âSo, you gonna tell me why youâve been walking around with that goofy smile lately?â Sam asked, leaning back in his chair with a knowing look.
âWhat smile?â Bucky muttered, immediately defensive.
âThe one you think nobody notices,â he shrugged. âSpill it, Buck. Whatâs her name?â
Bucky hesitated, running a hand through his hair. He hadnât planned to tell anyone about his little crush. least of all Sam, but the look on his friendâs face said he wasnât getting out of this conversation.
âFine,â he said, exhaling. âThereâs this girl.â
Sam grinned.Â
âShe goes to the dirt track I go to every Tuesday,â Bucky said, staring at the bottle in his hands like it held the secret to not sounding like a lovesick idiot as he told him all about you.Â
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From then on, Tuesdays became his favourite day of the week.
Bucky found himself counting down the hours until he could see you again, his mind replaying every smile, every laugh, every teasing touch.
You became bolder, not afraid of calling him handsome, of touching his arm even if it wasnât necessary.Â
And damn it if didnât make his heart race.
One evening, after a particularly thrilling session on the track, Bucky decided heâd had enough of dancing around what he wanted.Â
Leaning casually against his handlebars, he called out, âRace me.â
You looked up, one eyebrow raising in surprise. âWhatâs in it for me?â you asked, folding your arms and tilting your head in that way that always made his stomach flip.
âIf you win,â he started, âyou get bragging rights for a week.â
âA week, huh?â You repeated dramatically, âand if you win?â
Buckyâs lips curled into a slow grin, trying to appear confident even though his heart was pounding in his chest. âI get your number.â
Your giggle rang out, bright and sweet, and for a second, Bucky forgot how to breathe. âYou got yourself a deal, soldier,â you said, shaking your head.Â
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The two of you lined up at the start of the track, engines growling.Â
Buckyâs focus sharpenedâhe wasnât just racing for pride; he was racing for the chance to finally take a step toward something he had wanted for months now.Â
When the signal came, you both shot off like bullets, dirt kicking up in clouds behind your tires. Bucky pushed his bike to the limit, leaning into every corner, his muscles strained with effort, grappling the dirt bike for control. But no matter how fast he went, he couldnât shake the feeling that you were holding back.Â
You were supposed to be faster, more precise than this sloppy performance you were giving. Heâd seen you before. What happened?
As you neared the final stretch, you slowed, just enough for him to surge ahead and cross the finish line first.Â
He skidded to a stop, panting and exhilarated, but the smug grin on your face told him everything he needed to know.
When you walked over later and handed him a scrap of paper with your number scrawled on it, you leaned in close enough for him to catch the faint scent of sweat and motor oil. âYou won it fair and square,â you said.
Bucky narrowed his eyes, his lips twitching with a grin he couldnât suppress. âYou let me win.â
âHow dare you accuse me of such a thing,â you feigned innocence, but couldnât help the grin widening on your face.
He tucked the paper into his pocket, shaking his head.
As you put on your helmet back on, you casually remarked, âThrottleâs still lagging, by the way.â
âYeah, yeah, I know.â Bucky groaned, pretending to be annoyed. Secretly, he was thrilled to keep the conversation going. âI think itâs the fuel filter, but I havenât had time to swap it out.â
âIâve got one at my place,â you told him, turning on your engine, âWhy donât you come by?â
His head snapped up, surprised at the offer. âNow?â
âWhy not?âÂ
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When arrived at your place, he had braced himself for something simpleâa cosy apartment, maybe a small cluttered corner dedicated to your bike tools.Â
What he hadnât expected was this.
Standing in the doorway, he blinked at the modern yet homey design laid out before him. The floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the space in golden evening light, reflecting off polished floors and expensive-looking furniture. The view of the city stretched out like a postcard behind you as you stood, arms crossed, watching him with a hint of amusement.
âThis⊠is your apartment?â he asked, taking a step inside. His greasy leather jacket suddenly felt so out of place. His gaze darted over to a marble countertop in the kitchen, a plush couch, and then the wallsâ lined with the kind of art heâs only seen in high society auctions.
You tilted your head, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. âNot what you expected, Barnes?â
He huffed a soft laugh. âNot reallyâŠâ
âAh,â you replied, moving toward a door off the main living area. âSo just because I work with bikes, I canât have nice things?â
âI didnât say that,â he countered quickly, following you.
You threw a sly glance over your shoulder. âDidnât have to.â
He tried to think of a witty response, but he was distracted by the thought of youâthe way you moved, confident and unbothered, like you belonged in every room you entered.
You led him to a heavy door and pushed it open, revealing a contrast to the rest of the apartmentâ your workshop.
The workshop smelled like oil, grease, and faintly of rubber, the air swirling with the comforting scent of metal and machinery. The walls were lined with shelves holding neatly organised tools, spare parts, and bottles of lubricants. A stripped-down high-performance bike stood at the centre of the room, its engine exposed, wires and cables hanging loose.Â
Now this room, he thought, was undoubtedly you.
âThis is more like it,â he murmured, his lips curving into a faint smile.
âSee?â You smirked, moving to grab the replacement part he needed. âIâm not as fancy as you think.â
After pulling his bike through the back, he leaned against the wall, watching as you crouch next to his bike and get to work.Â
For a moment, he was quiet.
He watched in silenceâ the way your hands moved with precision, the way you were entirely in your element.Â
âSo,â you began, glancing up at him. âWhatâs the Winter Soldier doing on a dirt track every Tuesday, anyway? Donât you have, I donât know, a world to save?â
He chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. âThe world can wait.â
You laughed softly, returning your focus to the filter.Â
âI get it, kind of,â you replied, loosening a bolt. âWanting to get away from everything.â
From then on, the conversation came effortlessly.Â
At first, he kept it light, sticking to anecdotes about the track or the occasional joke about his less-than-smooth bike handling in the beginning. But there was something about the way you listenedâyour easy, genuine curiosityâthat made him feel safe, like he didnât have to keep everything locked away anymore.
At one point, he couldnât help but ask how someone who worked with bikes could afford a place like this. You only shrugged with a smile, giving the same answer you always did: âI got lucky.â He didnât press, though he was curiousâthe ease in which you sidestepped the question intrigued him.
Before long, the conversation drifted again. He found himself sharing more than he ever thought he would. He told you about his missions, the chaos of his Winter Soldier days, the things heâd done and the memories he was still piecing together.Â
And you listenedânot with pity, but with an understanding that felt rare, even among the people he called friends.
âYouâre good at this,â he finally said.Â
âBikes?â
âPeople,â he admitted, his eyes flicking to yours.
âWell, bikes are like people,â You tilted your head, studying him with a small, curious smile. âBoth require care, attention, and understanding to perform at their best.â
When you finally finished, you stood, wiping your hands on a cloth. âAll set,â you said, gesturing toward his bike.Â
âThank you.â he said, though he made no move to leave. Instead, he lingered, his eyes on you as you leaned back against the counter.
âSo,â you said, breaking the thick silence, your voice dipping into something almost playful. âYou gonna stick around, or do you have somewhere to be?â
âNowhere important,â he admitted quietly.
He took a step closer, then another.
The space separating you seemed to dissolve, his eyes locked on yours, pulling you in like gravity.
âCareful,â you murmured, teasing. âI might think youâre stalling just to spend more time with me.â
His lips curved into a faint, almost shy smile. âAnd if I am?â
The words hit you like a shot of adrenaline, your heart beating out of your chest. There was no humour in his tone, no hint of the usual back-and-forth banter that had defined so many of your conversations. Just desire staring back at you.
You swallowed hard, your voice barely audible. âI wouldnât mind.â
He was close now, so close you could feel the heat rolling off him, his metal hand brushing against the counter as he leaned in.
âTell me to stop,â he murmured, his voice rough, a low growl in his throat. He cupped your jawline, mustering all the courage she could possibly gather.Â
You didnât.
Instead, your lips parted in anticipation as he leaned in. Unable to bear it any longer, you tilted your head up, meeting him halfway.
The first press of his lips against yours was gentle, and the second was anything but. The restraint shattered immediately, giving way to something feral. His hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair as he pulled you closer, his lips moving with a hunger thatâs been brewing since he first saw you on the track.
Your hands found his chest, sliding up to his shoulders, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. You tugged him closer, your chest pressing against his. He let out a low moan that sent a shiver down your spine.
When you finally broke apart for air, your foreheads rested together, your breaths mixing in the narrow space between you. His voice was husky, as if he was still recovering. âI should really take you out on a date first.â
You let out a shaky laugh, your hands still fisted in his shirt. âYou can still do that.â
His lips brushed yours again. âArenât you trouble?â
âYou love it,â you whispered, grinning wickedly as you pulled him back in.
The next kiss was hotter, hungrierâ it consumed you both. His hands slid to your waist, gripping you firmly as he backed you out of the workshop and into the apartment.Â
Your movements were uncoordinated, messy, your lips never leaving his as you stumbled against walls, furniture, and whatever else got in the way.
By the time you reached the bedroom, nothing else mattered.
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Bucky woke to the soft light peeking through your curtains.
The scent of coffee reached him first. When he stumbled out of your bedroom, he spotted you at the marble kitchen counter, leaning on your elbows with a steaming mug in hand. You were dressed in one of your oversized shirtsâ and looked far too innocent for all the filthy things you did to him last night.
âMorninâ doll,â he greeted as he sat across from you.
âMorning,â you chuckled at his adorable tousled hair.Â
âSoâŠâ he started, his voice thick with sleep, âabout that dateâŠâ
You smirked, setting your mug down and sauntered around the island kitchen. âThought youâd never ask.â
âSunday?â he offered, watching you with a lazy smile as you perched on the stool next to his.
You shook your head, âI work weekends.â
That caught him off guard, but he didnât let it show. âRemind me what exactly it is you do?â
âBikes,â you said simply, the corner of your mouth twitching like you were holding back sensitive information.
He chuckled, assuming you were talking about your mechanic work. âFair.â
You hummed, but the mischievous glint in your eyes didnât escape him.
He tilted his head, curiosity tugging at the edge of his thoughts, but he decided not to push. Youâd tell him when you wanted to. Instead, he flashed a small grin. âIâll text you to arrange something, then.â
âYou better,â you teased, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his lips. âYou won my number, Barnes. Donât make me regret giving it to you.Â
The challenge in your tone made his smirk widen, his hand slipping around your waist to pull you closer. âOh, I wonât.â
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That Sunday, Bucky was slouched on Samâs couch, one leg kicked over the side of the coffee table, a book resting on his chest. Sam, on the other hand, was waging war with the TV remote, flipping through channels at record speeds.
âJust pick something already,â Bucky grumbled without looking up.
Sam rolled his eyes, ignoring him.Â
âOh, MotoGPâs on,â he said suddenly, tossing the remote aside.
Bucky didnât even glance at the screen at first, the low growl of engines and the commentatorâs frantic observation was little more than background noise. But something about the sheer speed on display tugged at his attention. He finally looked upâ and when he did, he could not take his eyes off the screen.
The camera focused on a Ducati weaving through the pack with a relentlessness that looked⊠familiar. The riderâs movements were fluid, each turn carved with precision, every overtake risky but calculated.
âHoly shit,â Sam muttered, leaning forward. Sam wasnât the biggest fanâ but he did watch these races from time to time. It always intrigued him, the danger they willingly took to win a race. âLook atâdid you see that overtake?â
Bucky didnât respond, his eyes locked on the rider. There was something about themâthe way they leaned into each corner, never hesitating, always pushing for the absolute edge of human limitation.
The commentatorâs voice broke through his thoughts.
âAnd there it is! The factory Ducati taking the lead with that beautiful overtake from the inside line! Unbelievable control!â
The Ducati was now in front, pulling away from the others as the final lap approached.Â
Bucky watched, as they flew through a sweeping right turn, knees and shoulders skimming the asphalt like it was second nature.
As the Ducati roared down toward the finish line, the chequered flag waved.Â
First place.
The crowd erupted, but Bucky barely heard it. The rider slowed, their gloved fist pumping the air, before coming to a stop after the cooldown lap.Â
The other riders were congratulating them, patting their helmet with friendly taps.
Soon, the camera zoomed in, capturing the moment they pulled off their helmet.
And Buckyâs stomach dropped.
It was you.
No helmet, no visorâjust you, smiling that confident smile that he knew so well.
Oh. He was stupid. Bucky Barnes was so incredibly stupid.
Of course you were a motorcycle racer. The sleek apartment, the effortless style, the way you moved on the dirt track. The way you told him you worked on weekendsâ it all made perfect sense.
And yet, somehow, he'd convinced himself you were a mechanic. Of course he did.
âYouâve got to be kidding me,â he muttered, bolting upright.
Sam shot him a confused look. âWhat?â
âThatâs her,â Bucky said, his voice low in disbelief.
âWhoâs âherâ?â
âThe mechanic,â he said, gesturing at the TV, as you celebrated with your team of race engineers. âThe girl I told you about. Thatâs her.â
Sam blinked, staring at the screen, then back at Bucky. âWaitâyouâre telling me she fixed up your fuel filter?â
Bucky didnât answer, still staring at the screen. You were heading toward the press now, handing your helmet to a crew member as reporters swarmed you.
The camera cut for a post-race interview. You looked exhilarated, but still composed as you answered questions about your strategyâ about the win.Â
Then the interviewer threw in a curveball:
âYouâve been on a hot streak lately. Is there anyone you want to dedicate this victory to?â
You hesitated just long enough for a sly grin to tug at your lips. Then, you looked directly into the camera.
âThis winâs for a super soldier,â you said, your tone as playful as ever. You made a phone gesture with your fingers and winked. âCall me, Barnes.â
Buckyâs jaw dropped.
Sam burst out laughing, but in no less shock. âI cannot believe you hooked up with her! Bucky, You lucky son of aââ
But Bucky wasnât listening anymore.
He couldnât believe it. Of course he could keep upâ you were literally leagues ahead of him.
And somehow, you were still into him.Â
âWell, what are you waiting for?â Sam said, nudging him hard enough to make him wince. âYou gonna call her or not?â
Bucky didnât answer, already scrambling for his phone. His hands trembled a little as he unlocked it, a smile already tugging at his lips.
He wasnât sure what he was gonna say when you picked up, but he knew one thing for certain: Tuesdays just got a whole lot more interesting.
-end.
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Sorry, it was very late last night when I posted this, I forgot to tag the commentors :)
Let me do that now before I have to go back to uni.
(I know some of you saw already, I'm still tagging you for consistency sake.)
@maevemei @oriana-la-fay @cookie-player @thoughts-of-a-tidemaker @spitefulcheddarcheese @ballpit-bar @veryroadpartystatesman-blog @anoushonit @percyspencer @geraskierfanficprompts (< Although I can't promise the smooch ending ;)) @bluespinksyellows @jacksjargon @the-moons-undying-light (<although it's not finished yet) @llama-sidekick @chaosofbelievers @verxen @linotheghost @jellytamalies
Special mention to @funkiemoon . Apparently you have a similar concept you're working on from what I gather in the comments? Feel free to use this opportunity to share. :)
Another special mention to @biggestqiblifan for painting a beautiful picture in my head about Merlin's and Arthur's first meeting :)
And finally, I want to tell you how funny I find it when people tell me that they "saw this prompt a while ago" or that there is "finally a fic", because this post is like a week old. XD The many comments have really made me smile. I know I haven't answered most of them, but lately I have less and less time to work on fics. (My fingers are flying when I get to it), so I have to use my time wisely. But KNOW that your comments make my day, so thank you so much!!!
Arthur wakes up in a Camelot where Merlin has never come to Camelot.
At first, Arthur is so distracted by Merlin's absence, that he doesn't realize how everyone is staring at him strangely.
Arthur: Is something the matter?
Knight: Are you - Excuse me, Sire - You are so calm today. Is everything alright?
Arthur: Calm? How on earth am I calm? Merlin is gone!"
Knight: Yes but ... Aside from this mysterious Merlin... You haven't chosen a servant today.
Arthur: If they aren't Merlin, then it doesn't matter.
Knight: *Wide eyes* You beat up this Merlin person?
Arthur: If I WHAT?!
#:)#concept#update?#bbc merlin#merthur#my writing#ao3#mad world#it's really not going to be very long#ao3 fanfic#ao3 merlin#fanfiction#fanfic
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can i request a natasha romanoff x female avenger reader when they are together for years then they are celebrating their anniversary but Natasha kind of forget about it cause of their work. When they are about to sleep reader said 'you forgot about our anniversary' leaving Natasha with a confused look but reader sleep it off. Fluff or ended up with smut i think? its up to you hehe love your fics!!!
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Natasha Romanoff x Reader- Falling back into us
A/N: Loved this request!! tysm dear anonđ„°
tw/tags: established relationship, female avenger reader, smut (reader recieving, tasha recieving) oral, toys, fluff/hurt/comfort
word count: 3k
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The days slowly slipped into weeks as life continued at its brutal pace. Both Natasha and you had been busy lately, days filled with missions or training and just overall Avenger things. And there was no inbetween, either missions where the earth was in your hands and about to end if the Avengers didnât save it or boring missions where you and Natasha often joked about any of the recruits being able to do those.
Having been beside each other for years, Nat and you would often be sent on missions together, it being your preference in order to keep an eye on each other but also because how effortlessly you both worked alongside each other. A glance was often enough, communicating in silence when either of you noticed a threat, knowing the otherâs move, Natasha always able to tell when something made you uncomfortable and you equally knowing if something triggered her and reminded her of her past.
And the two of you knew just how to soothe each other after a mission, long baths together, eating your comfort meals together or going out together, mostly enjoying the quiet embrace of each other and in each otherâs arms. Natasha and you had settled a while ago, your relationship a little bit of a rollercoaster at the beginning when you joined, as the Black Widow couldnât keep her eyes or hands off you but at the same time didnât want to commit, due to her past. But slowly the two of you got closer and now neither of you would have it any other way.
The last few weeks had been especially rough, missions after missions, some short ones and some long ones, some with and some without the Black Widow as the world was a little all over the place at the moment. Today had been another busy day, Tasha still on a mission, set to return tonight, you in and out of meetings with Tony and some other Avengers, all while training some newer recruits while still needing to look after your own form and stay on top of your shape. You knew it was your anniversary today, the two of you having talked about it once in the past few weeks but the subject not coming up anymore.
And you knew Natasha wasnât one for big sappy gestures but somehow you wanted to make her return special. Usually if sheâd be gone and you would await home for her, there would be a home cooked meal waiting for her and in return, if Tasha was waiting for you there would be pizza and some beers and the two of you loved both equally. Still you opt for your girlfriends favorite meal, beginning in the early hours of the evening and humming quietly to some music, the thought of the redhead in your arms soon, filling you with excitement. You decided on some cold beers still, assuming she probably needed them, as well as some candles and flowers. Usually the Black Widow would spoil you with the occasional gift or flowers and you noticed she never recieved flowers half as often as you do, the redhead appreciating other things more but still you wanted to make her feel special.
By the time you are finished, you draw her a bath and getting her some comfortable clothes ready and some warm towels, hoping the state she would be in, wouldnât be too bad. Time passes slowly and as you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket, your eyes read over her text of her being home a little later. In the end, you opted for a book and sat on the bed, leaving the door open and giving you the perfect view of her return, excited to run into her arms and enjoy dinner and maybe a bath with her, depending on her mood. But Natasha returned much later, there having been some initial issues with the mission and then some delay on getting home. She had been impatient, despite the missions success, wanting nothing more than to get home to you and coat your face with kisses.
By the time she steps through the now quiet apartment, the smell of food instantly hits her and she smiles to herself a little, loving you even more for this being her return ritual even after all this time. She sees the candles and flowers and wonders just what she had done to deserve this, a little oblivious with the stress from the past few weeks. After setting her bags and parts of her uniform down, she steps further into the apartment only to find your sleeping form on the bed, phone beside you and book still tugged in your lap, the signs evident that you wanted so badly to wait up for her. She wastes no time in silently making her way over, pressing a kiss to your forehead before disappearing for a moment. With practiced ease she blows out the candles, putting the food in some containers for tomorrow before disappearing into the bathroom.
When she returns, hair still damp she smiles as she sees your chest rise and fall gently, wasting no time to get into bed with you and wrapping her arms around you. Sleepily and subconsciously you pull her closer, your arms wrapping around her. âIâm back detka, sorry itâs so lateâ she whispers apologetically as you mumble something incoherent into her chest. âWhat did I do to deserve all that?â she whispers and you open your eyes a moment before whispering âYou.. forgot about our.. anniversary?â but before you can say anything else, you cozily wrap into herself further and drift off to sleep. Natashaâs features falter at your statement, having been so busy she completely forgot the date today. Guilt fills her further as she remembers the conversation you both had about it a few weeks ago, now understanding the flowers and the lengths you went through for her tonight.
She sighs to herself as she tries to relax, her limps and muscles tired from the mission but her mind wide awake. The redhead canât help but feel like she failed you, being Avengers was tough without a doubt as well as important but you had always been more important to her and she canât help but feel like she failed you. She stares at the ceiling for a while longer, the image of you snoring softly in her arms relaxing her and shushing the thoughts on her mind until her body eventually forces her to sleep. By the time you wake up next, the sun blinds you for a moment and you sleepily remember Tasha returning home last night, the memory of her laying in your arms filling you with a sense of comfort and safety but as you turn, you notice her absence and your eyes widen for a moment as she would usually sleep in after a mission, the two of you eventually getting up after some cuddles and reconnecting.
Before you can step out of bed however, the door to your bedroom opens, exposing the redhead with a tray in her hand, her features both apologetic and guilty. âGood Morning detkaâ she greets you, walking towards you with some fresh pastries, juice and coffee, as well as a little vase with a flower inside. You frown, knowing Tasha certainly wasnât one to get up this early in the morning after a mission. She sets it down beside you on the table before straddling you, plastering your face in kisses that have you giggling. âIâm so sorry I forgotâ she whispers and you furrow your eyebrows for a moment before realizing yourself what the two of you had missed the night before. âItâs okay Tasha I promiseâ you struggle in between her kisses.
She stops her movements to look at you for a moment before whispering âItâs notâ her features utterly serious as you see the guilt in her beautiful eyes. âYou do everything for me detka, your my rock and Iâm sorry I forgot, you went through so much effort and I-â before she can finish you shut her up with a kiss, your eyes sparkling as butterflies errupt in your stomach. âTasha- we can celebrate today, it doesnât matterâ you reassure and her features ease as she relaxes into you further. The two of you stay like that for a while, your eyes locked onto each other. âYou hungry?â she asks with a smile, glancing over at the tray beside you. âYesâ you mumble as she begins rambling about the food choices but before she can list them further you kiss her again, more passionately this time as your tongue enters her, leaving her gasping for breath. âNot for that thoughâ you whisper before her puplis blow and a low chuckle escapes her.
Without warning she flips you both around, the Black Widow on top of you as she begins exploring your body with her mouth and hands, her fingertips soft on your skin despite her lips leaving dark hickies all over you. And despite all this time, Natasha would always explore your body as if it was the first time, treating you as if you are the most delicate thing on this planet, despite her ruthless pace at times. âTashaâ you moan as she moves lower and lower, having undressed you with ease, leaving you completey exposed. She doesnât waste any time as soon as she sees your glistening core, her tongue diving right inside you as a gutteral moan escapes you. Your girlfriend eats you out with ease, moaning at the taste of you, devouring you as if you are the last meal on earth and she is starving. Your fingers find their way to her hair, pulling slightly at every sensation. âYou taste so good detkaâ she whispers, her mouth on your clit sending vibrations through you.
âTasha pleaseâ you whisper and she glances at you, her eyes filled with lust and a deep desire to please you before she attacks your clit again, your hips bucking and before you can say anything else, her fingers enter you, slow and gentle at first to ease you into it but as soon as those familiar screams fill the bedroom, she wastes no time in getting you close, her fingers hitting all the right spots as she begins curling them, your hips bucking into her face as you grip the sheets, chest heaving and words leaving you, the only noises, moans and the occasional screams. âGodâ you moan, which causes her to look at you, her fingers still inside you as your walls clench around you. âIâm not god detkaâ she teases but you canât hear her, too taken back by the ecstasy of it all and before you know it, her mouth is on your clit again, your juices beginning to flow into her mouth and your girlfriend picking up the pace again.
âCum for me detkaâ she demands and itâs all you need to send you spiraling over the edge, your body trembling as her fingers still inside you, letting you ride out your orgasm as she licks you clean, sucking all your juices, leaving you a panting, moaning mess. Once she pulls her fingers out, she holds them to your mouth and you open, tasting yourself on her fingers, which sends a low moan her way. She gives you time to adjust, crawling on top of you as she kisses you sweetly. âBreathe detkaâ she instructs and you open your eyes, remembering you forgot to breathe for a moment due to your orgasm. As soon as your eyes find hers, you canât help yourself, ignoring the slight aching of your body and the exhaustion, as you lay her next to you, attacking her swollen lips, your tongue entering her again. âEager are we?â she teases and you bite her lip in response, knowing itâs her weakness and shushing her quietly.
You take your time to undress her, kissing every inch of her body, a new bruise and cut that formed from a mission, despite the eagerness and the equal want, this being essential to you always. Natashaâs head moves to the side, giving you perfect access to her neck as she moans your name, your fingers slowly travelling to her clit and exposing her soaked center. âI love you Tashaâ you whisper as you travel lower, your tongue licking through her folds and collecting her juices. She watches your every move, closing her eyes as you your tongue explores her, gently. Without warning you take the small vibrator from the other side of the bed, having hidden it there while she was fucking you senseless. As soon as she feels the cold sensation on her clit, her eyes open, eyebrow furrowing but as soon as you hold in the button, the familiar vibrations spread through her, causing her eyes to widen and her breaths to become unsteady.
You can tell she wants to scold you for surprising her like that but the pure desire takes over as you hold it firmly against her clit, her body shivering at the vibrations as you didnât bother with the first few low settings, going max straight away. Your fingers dive into her with ease, her walls instantly clenching around you, her eyes finding yours, mouth slightly agape. âDetka.. donât stopâ she whispers and you smile, not planning on doing that anytime soon. You switch your movements from time to time, letting the small vibratior travel lower and lower before it enters her, your mouth attacking her clit before slowing it all down, leaving her a breathless moaning mess.
Knowing her body so well by now, you can tell she is close, letting the small vibrator enter her again as her hips begin bucking against you. Your hands travel to her nipples, pinching them gently before your mouth settles on her clit again. âDetka..â she moans and before you know it you send her spiraling over the edge, her orgasm washing over her as her nails settle on your back, leaving marks. Before she can calm down fully and slow her breathing you take out the toy, abandoning it somewhere closeby before your tongue enters her again, wanting to lick up all her juices. Her eyes widen at the sensation and you smirk once you realize she is close yet again. âCum for me Tashaâ you encourage her before entering her again and without warnig her juices fill your mouth, causing you to moan as you clean her up.
Her breathing is heavy as you settle on her chest, laying in her arms and watching her coming down from her high. Once she opens her eyes, her eyebrows are raised and you can tell you would pay for this next time but itâs replaced by love seconds later as her thump wipes over your mouth, cleaning some of her arousal from your face. The two of you stay like this for what feels like forever as you steady your breathing together, your hearts beating in synch against each otherâs chest and falling deeper into the moment and holding each other. It takes a while before you move again, the smell of food causing you to lick your lips, which Tasha can tell. She stands up for a moment, getting dressed again and helping you into your own clothes before she hands you a pastry.
âJuice or coffee?â she asks softly and you smile at her before whispering âJuice pleaseâ she hands you a glass and you canât help but wonder why she set on such fancy cutlery and glasses this morning. âCouldnât you find the regular cups?â you tease but Natasha remains quiet as she stands beside you, waiting for you to see. And just as you are about to drink, you see something sparkling in there and carefully take it out. The sight of the ring with a small but beautiful diamond takes your breath away and you look at her in shock, not understanding at first. Itâs when she drops on one knee that the picture falls into place, when your full name leaves her lips so perfectly. âDetka I love youâ she begins, your eyes already glistening with tears as she is still kneeling in front of you, holding onto your hand.
âI never want to stop coming home to you, be badasses on missions together and I never want to miss anything like this ever againâ she confesses and the tears flow freely now as she carries on. âWill you be my wife?â she whispers, her own eyes sparkling and all you can do is nod, completely taken away by what is happening. She smiles to herself as she carefully puts the ring on your finger, having planned this for a while, this not necessarily how she wanted to do it but then her not being one for great gestures either and you both preffered it this way. Once she stands up, you pull her closer, wrapping your arms around her as you kiss her. She wipes your tears gently, a proud smile on her lips as she admires the ring and how hot you look as her soon to be wife.
Once you calm down and realize this isnât a fever dream, your eyebrows furrow as you meet her eyes. âTasha I thought you didnât want-â you begin but she stops you. âI know darling, I never thought this was for me but I never want to be anywhere else than with you ever againâ she confesses. And for the remainder of the day you stay in each otherâs arms, Natashas confession having taken your breath away, never expecting this when first meeting the Avenger, certainly not expecting this when you woke up this morning but neither of you would have it any other way. And one thing was for sure, Tasha would never forget an Anniversary again after this.
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Tag game: tag nine people youâd like to know better.
Tagged by: @oneshoulderangel (Thank you for tagging me!)
Last song: At the moment, I have "Losing Your Memory" by Alan Star stuck in my head, which I suppose makes it my current song, not my last song. Hm. I get songs stuck in my head very easily, but the last one I had there for a significant amount of time was a mashup of different language versions of "Les Rois du Monde" for about a week. "Lehetsz KirĂĄly", the Magyar version, is probably my favorite of them. It's worth a listen.
Currently watching: Normally, the answer would be "random mostly terrible old movies/shows" or "nothing much", but I currently have a hyperfixation on the musical Roméo et Juliette and have been watching it in multiple languages. (Thus, the song).
Three ships: This is hard. Maybe as a result of being on the ace and aro spectrums, I'm more likely to care about which characters are interacting than whether it's romantic or platonic. Here goes:
Kedivere/Bedikay. It can be romantic, platonic, or queerplatonic, but whichever way, I'm here for it. I probably spend too much time thinking about how in Cullwch and Olwen, when Cai gets mad at Arthur and marches out, Bedwyr stays behind, keeps acting like nothing's happened, and isn't the one to avenge Cai's death. The feeling of betrayal on both sides has a lot of unexplored potential. And the version where Bedivere dies and Kay fights to bring his body back safely while mortally wounded himself... And the version where Bedivere survives Camlann and Kay isn't said to fight in it, so they might be left together after their world has fallen apart...
Platonically or queerplatonically, Galahad and the Grail Heroine. I really like the tragic Grail Quest friendships, but I like theirs most, maybe because there's something weird and otherworldly about them both. I like it when characters are strange and endearing and doomed by the narrative.
Ever since reading John Matthews' retelling, which I read before the original, I've had a soft spot for Caradoc and Guinier. The Story of Caradoc is very disturbing, and I have some major qualms with Caradoc over a detail Matthews cut out, but all the same, there's a reason these two have the best track record with magical fidelity tests. Each of them would go to the ends of the earth for the other, and together, they're stronger than any curse.
Favorite Color: Blue, particularly royal blue and some teals.
Currently consuming: Black licorice with chocolate.
First ship: This is a hard one, since through elementary and most of middle school, I tended to go along with whatever I thought the author's intentions were and was more likely to unship something. The first non-endgame ship I got invested in was Sonya/Nikolai in War and Peace. I didn't like Nikolai, but Sonya did, and she was my favorite character, so I wanted her to be happy. The first non-canon couple I thought was meant to be together was also in War and Peace: Marya Bolkonskaya and Julie Karagina. My eighth grade self did not think their letters could be interpreted platonically. I still don't.
Last movie: If the musical doesn't count, the last movie I watched was Quest for Camelot, which was awful. Though not Robot Monster-level bad, Robot Monster has an elegance to its simplicity which Quest for Camelot lacks.
Currently working on: Various fics, most of them Arthuriana or CotRK-related (I am woefully behind on the Badfic Bingo), and (theoretically) an epic-style poem, though I haven't gotten much of it written for quite a while now.
Tagging: @gawrkin, @emperorcandy, @wildbasil, @gorewound, @knightsofsomethingorother, @ladyminaofcamelot, @tasosotaso, @amashelle, @gingersnaptaff (I have no idea who's been tagged so far, apart from the people on @oneshoulderangel's post, so I apologize for any multi-tags)
#tagging game#I might have rushed this but I was worried I was going to spend a long time overthinking it if I didn't#I have one ask for a theme song for Kay from the Spring which I still haven't answered#despite having a whole playlist for him#because I'm not sure any of the songs are good enough and after all this time the stakes seem higher#It was an anon too so the chances are the person will never see it at this point#I'm counting this getting posted as a rare win for non-perfectionism
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Overindulging (EmmRook short fic)
Summary: Emmrich gets upset because he put on a little weight. Rook is here to reassure him.
The first part is mostly sfw, I signaled the moment we switch to a more heated (E-rated) exchange, please mind it.
Part of my EmmRook post game (so may contain spoilers) short-fics found here on AO3 (or on my blog with the Emmrich x Rook tag).
Rook was absentmindedly getting dressed when a very highpitched, scandalized noise startled her. It wasnât coming from veyr far away, and she only needed to turn around to find Emmrich staring intently at his midsection, his fingers frozen over the buttons of the waistcoat he was fastening. It was his favourite one, the green one with the golden buttons.
« Darling » He called out to her, distress clear in his voice. He looked up to meet her eyes, sadness mixed with frustration in his warm brown gaze. « It doesnât fit anymore » He stated, and indeed, Rook could see the first two buttons were fastened but the effort of it was dangerously straining the fabric. As for the last one, it would be impossible to fasten without tearing the lovely piece of clothing and ruining it.
« Well I suppose youâll have to wear another one » Rook offered with an apologetic smile. She was ever the optimistic one of the two.
Emmrich sighed in defeat, undoing the hardly fastened buttons in a smooth gesture. However right it was, his loverâs proposition, and the implications behind his failure at getting dressed didnât sit well with the watcher.
« I knew I had gained a little weight, there are always ups and downs in a year. But Iâve owned this waistcoat for decades and it always fit » He complained, pained and irritated. « Now Iâll have to get my entire wardrobe mended and ajusted... »
Rook stepped closer to her lover and placed a tender hand on his elbow to try and pull him out of the spiral of negativity he was losing himself into.
His slight increase in waist circumference wasnât a surprise, for they had probably overindulged in the last months when it came to food. Emmrich took a sabbatical so they could undertake a journey around Thedas to reconnect with their former companions of the Veilguard, and check on the reconstruction of the cities destroyed by the Blight.
Those long weeks turned months had been a wonderful succession of heartwarming reunions, all of which of course around generous amounts of food and drinks. Rook and Emmrich had been delighted to discuss with their friends while sharing large meals made of the most delicious dishes, whether grilled, or fried, or covered in rich sauces, as well as around tea-times assorted with the softest buttery and flaky pastry. And not to forget the syrupy wines and bittersweet cocktail. Emmrich wasnât known for his gluttony, but he still really enjoyed a good meal, as well as the cultural enlightment of discovering local dishes. On the way home, he kept reminiscing the taste of the famous llomerryn red sauce from Rivain or the Gnocchi from Antiva.
Pair that with a hectic schedule preventing them from exercising as they usually did, and you got a few more pounds.
It was nothing too serious. Rook herself had gained a little chub around the thighs and waist, but she understood Emmrichâs concerns. He liked to look clean and sharp, and had a strong taste for elegant fashion. All his clothes were also tailor-made and cost a pretty penny, which was an investment he made for the long run. He took very good care of his belongings and she could see why it would upset him to be forced to have them remade.
Rook gently squeezed Emmrichâs elbow. âIâm sure there is no need to come to that yet. A little more exercise and lighter meals should do the trick. Youâll be back in shape in no timeâ
She tried to reassure him, but Emmrich wasnât having any of it. He placed a hand over his stomach and squeezed the fat there though the fabric of his expensive white shirt, then clicked his tongue. âI fear it wonât be that simple. Each year staying fit becomes more and more challenging. Iâm getting limp and my skin will only keep sagging until I all wrinkled and flaccid. Iâll gradually wilt before your very eyes darling, this is only the startâ
Oh.
So thatâs what this was about.
Emmrich had partially made peace with his mortality when he brought back Manfred, and he had accepted that Rook loved him and wanted to be with him on the long run despite their difference in age. However his fears and insecurities resurfaced from time to time.
Rookâs heart sank in her chest and she pressed herself against her lover, circling her amrs around his waist, hoping her presence would comfort him better than words would. From experience, she kew that when he was in this state, there was no reasoning with him; no appealing to his usual logic. The last thing she wanted was to get into a fight because of such a trivial problem. Well, trivial to her. They already did fight several times because she brushed off his heartfelt concerns too casually and now she knew better than to lose her temper over this.
Emmrich grew silent, and soon, he hugged Rook back, the palms of his hands pressing against her back.
They stayed in this embrace for a while, Rook listening to his heart while he breathed in the familiar smell of her hair.
âYou know Iâll always love youâ Rook promised against his chest, and she heard his resulting deep, shaky exhale close to her ear.
âI know darlingâ He sighed. âIt is not my intention to question that⊠but sometimes it feels surrealâ he kissed her temple before he continued. âAnd sometimes I cannot help but regret that we didnât meet sooner, or that I wasnât born laterâ
Rook looked up to meet his misty gaze, a bittersweet smile on her face. âI understand that sentiment. But I believe things were meant to be this way. I am glad we even got to meet each other. And survived to enjoy the restâ
âOf course, you are absolutely right dearest. I wouldnât have it any other wayâ Emmrich caressed her cheek, craddling it in his warm palm. âBut the human heart can be weak, and mine is particularly prone to that kind of longingâ
Rook nuzzled into his touch âThatâs part of why I love youâ She stood on her tiptoes, and whispered against his lips âI never hoped to meet such a romantic soulâ
She kissed him then, soft and gentle, and he reverently kissed back, both of his hands holding her face like a precious treasure he feared would escape him.
When they pulled back, Rook let the hand that was pressed to his chest travel to his navel. She eyed his reaction carefully, assessing his consent, checking that her touch on the part of him he criticized was still welcomed.
Emmrich didnât protest, but the attention made him shy, still a bit self conscious, and he distracted himself by replacing a stray lock of hair behind Rookâs ear.
âYou are still the most dashing necromancer around you knowâ Rook said, her usual bright tone returning to her. âAnd you wonât be alone in your effort. Iâll help. I have a few pounds to lose tooâ
Emmrich let out an incredulous huff. âDarling there is no need for you to do that. You are simply perfect. Marvelously beautiful as alwaysâ
Rook raised an accusing eyebrow and gave him a chastising look which silenced him immediately. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.
Rook splayed her fingers moree firmly over Emmrichâs lower stomach. âYou know, Iâm thinking of a pleasant way of exercisingâŠâ She whispered wickedly as her hand traveled lower. âIâm sure it burns a lot of fatâ
She pressed her palm against Emmrichâs crotch and he let out a small breathy moan.
âDarling, we were just getting dressedâ He protested, but only for the principle of it, his voice lacking any resolve.
Rook hummed âBut since you were dissatisfied with your clothes, I think itâs better if you donât wear them at allâ
And so Emmrich was quickly convinced to indulge in a different kind of pleasure.
E-RATING STARTING HERE
After a few heated kisses, and unbutonning his shirt, Rook swiftly fell to her knees in front of Emmrich. Without hesitation, she untucked his crisp shirt from his flannel pants first. Her hand deliberatelly brushed his clothed growing erection before she set on undoing the buttons of his trousers.
âDarlingâ Emmrich tried to grab her attention and she hummed in response but didnât stop. âAs much as I enjoy the view and the promise of your attention, I fail to see how this counts as exercising on my partâ
Rook gave his still clothed erection a gentle kiss through the fabric of his underwear. âConsider it a warm upâ She hummed âAnd a way to show you how much I adore every part of youâ
Emmrich let out a languid sigh. His fingers moved to brush against her cheek, and played with the hair there while she pulled his pants and underwear enough to find the most sensitive part of him. âWhatever pleases you my dearâ He breathed in that lower voice that was reserved just for her; just for these moments shared between them in intimacy. He always ended up indulging her.
Rook took him in one hand, and splayed the fingers of the other over Emmrichâs stomach. She started stroking him to full hardness, while reverantly exploring the dip of his waist, and the more recent softeness of his belly, where a trail of dark hair led to his growing desire. She loved to touch him. Emmrich was a generous lover and was always the one to insist on how gorgeous she was and to focus on making sure of her pleasure. She desperately wanted to reciprocate the favour. Besides, she knew from experience that for all his composure and restreint, a teasing from the mouth should rile him up enough that he would then be most enclined to bend her over any avalaible surface and take her most ardently.
Emmrichâs self consciousness over his stomach became the last of his concerns when she stopped stroking him and started leaving opened mouth kisses on the length of him. He gasped and moaned when she proceeded to take him between her sinful lips, caressing the part that she couldnât fit in yet between a few fingers.
Rook moaned around him when she felt his hand carefully grab the back of her head, holding ontop her hair without pressure to ground himself and help guide her. She increased the pace of her ministrations as Emmrichâs voice joined the lewd wet noises she was making. True to himself, he kept praising her, complimenting her skills, singing praises of her beauty as she worshipped him with her mouth.
This was incredibly pleasant, but not quite what she had in mind. She pulled away to catch her breath, lazily stroking him instead, the glide made easy from her saliva and his excitement. Her other hand cupped his balls, her heel pressing into his perineum until he was left breathless and flustered. She then moved to squeeze his naked bottom, a part of him that she enjoyed very much indeed. The number of times she was distracted by that ass back in the lighthouse she couldnât count on the fingers of two hands.
Now that she had rendered Emmrich silent but for ragged whimpers, it was her turn to talk.
âMy heart, you focus on the front of your body because that is the first thing you see. But know that the sight of your backside would make anyone both jealous and enticedâ She murmured before giving his tip a quick suck, earning a strangled âDarlingâ from him.
She squeezed his bottom again for good mesure, giving it a small swat as if to make her point âI have seen the way people look at it. Makes me want to burn their eyes in their socketsâ
âDarling,Iâm sure thatâs no-â Emmrich tried to say between heavy pants but interrupted himself, completely losing his train of thoughts when Rook took him into her mouth again, as deep as possible.
Rook smiled around him, prood that she rendered him silent. She used her now both free hands to grab at his backside firmly, using her hold as leverage to try and take him even deeper with each bob of her head.
Emmrichâs hand tightened in her hair, and she moaned delightfully in tune to her loverâs half hearted and whimpered pleas for her to slow down. She could tell that Emmrich was using the last threads of his self control not to thrust into her throat at his own rythm. His thighs were clenching, his knees buckling, she could tell he was losing it.
He was close. But this was far from over yet.
After a wicked swirl of her tongue around him, Rook pulled back, earning a distraught whine from her lover.
She barely wipped her mouth before she got up and proceeded to quickly take off her clothes. Emmrichâs gaze followed the reveal of her bare skin with a distinct hunger. For a second she had rendered him lost as what to do with himself. He stood before her, painfully hard and half dressed, panting and flushed. He looked ravishing; and she wouldnât give him the leisure of regaining the composure she worked so hard to break.
Rook quickly stepped back into his arms, pressing her naked form flush against his body.
âI think youâve warmed up enoughâ She said against his lips, her hand caressing his chest where his shirt was opened. He tried to follow after her lips but she pulled away, instead hiking one leg up his hip. Emmrichâs scattered brain had mere seconds to gather what was expected of him before Rook jumped into his arms, wrapping her beautiful legs around his narrow waist. Emmrich caught her of course, his hands coming to support her backside while she anchored her arms behind his neck.
âNow it is your turn to do all the workâ Rook teased, but Emmrich complied.
âGladlyâ He breathed before he crashed his lips into Rookâs, his usual finesse lost in the turmoil of his desire.
Rookâs shorter and lighter figure was easy to carry for Emmrich, who possessed more muscles than would be expected of a scholar. In his endevour to age as well as possible, he had adopted a healthy lifestyle consisting of a balanced diet and a lot of exercise. The watcher valued physical form as much as a keen intellect. To fight the rebellious undead of the Necropolis, one needed to stay in shape. Also, Rook learned when they met that necromancers from Nevarra enjoyed friendly tornaments of battle magic and took pride in winning them if possible. Emmrich had his pride, and trained so he would easily prevail if a student or colleague dared challenge him.
Rook remembered feeling both surprised and weirdly aroused the first time Emmrich twisted the limbs of a Venatori cultist with a florish of his wrist, and then proceeded to send him flying with a powerful strike of his heavy staff. To think she first considered him a delicate scholar when they met, and even hesitated bringing him to the field. How wrong she had been, and how she then had put that strength to good use.
Rook wasnât too heavy, but to perform the activities they had fallen into, they needed more stability. While he kept kissing his lover, Emmrich walked to the nearest wall and proceeded to carefully press Rookâs back against it. The support the wall offered allowed him to free one of his hands. He held Rook around the waist with one arm, and while his lips went down to explore the delicious column of her neck, his free hand traced a path from her clavicle to her breast, where he focused his attention. He squeezed and pressed just the way she liked, without forgetting to give attention to her already erected nipple. Rookâs head fell back into the wall as an abandonned moan escaped her lips when his mouth replaced his fingers on her chest. In an impressive exercise of multi-tasking and balance, Emmrichâs hand travelled lower, testing the state of arousal of his lover. She could see the bicep of the arm holding her tensing under the strain of her weight, pulling the fabric of his shirt tight. That sight only could have made her ready for him.
To only Emmrichâs surprise, Rook was soaking wet already. He collected some moisture on his index finger still, and proceeded to pet her clit for good mesure. Rook closed her eyes under his expert ministrations, but she shook her head when he started teasing her folds and her entrance.
âPlease my heart, I need you nowâ
To think she planned on being the patient one today. Emmrichâs lips traveled back to her neck, then cheek, and stopped to kiss and nip at her sensitive ear.
âWho am to deny you when you find yourself in such distress dearestâ He purred, low and assertive before he blew on her wet and tender ear, making her gasp and shamelessly grind against his erection.
Rook admired the display of Emmrichâs strength as he repositionned her to align her center with his aching need. She was vulnerable and opened, her legs brought up against the inside of his elbow, her ankles thrown over his shoulders and her weight supported by both the wall and Emmrichâs long fingers grabbing her hip dips, her lower back mostly fitting into his large palms.
He entered her slowly, making sure she was comfortable. The sight was delightfully exciting: Emmrich still half dressed taking her naked form, the muscles of his broad shoulders and of his arms flexing to hold her in place as he penetrated her.
A first tentative thrust and then Emmrich pressed flush against Rook, bending her in half and trapping her against the wall while his cock caressed her insides. She felt impossibly full and deliciously stretched, forced to take him without moving; losing the ability to form a coherent sentence from the raw pleasure of it all.
Rookâs moans were loud and unrestrained as Emmrich took her against the wall, deep and slow. Even when pent up, he still was one to make groundbreaking love and not copulate like animals. He did slip a few times however, thrusting harder as he lost a bit of control the more Rook tightened and gushed around him.
Tears wet her eyelashes from how good it all felt, the sensations heightened by the praises Emmrichâs velvet tongue kept drowning her in. He breathily told her about the marvelous display she offered, akin to a nymph straight from an Orlesian painting; a perfect portrayal of a godess of pleasure and lushness. He fed her poetry as sweet as honey while ravishing her with impossibly accurate assaults of her most sensitive places, reaching impossibly deep in this position.
Rook left herself get lost in the pleasure he offered, and soon, as he told her he would hold her like this forever, make love to her endlessly, she choked on trying to tell him how much she loved him, whimpering instead while clenching down on him like a vice, coming around him in a raw display of bliss, tears of ecstasy rolling down her cheeks.
Gradually, Emmrich slowed down until his hips came to a stop. He reclined a little and pressed a few amourous kisses on Rookâs wet cheeks.
Rookâs chest was still rising and falling rapidly when she regained the ability the think properly. Her previously hazy eyes found Emmrichâs warm brown ones.
âI love youâ She whispered in a laboured breath as if it was the most important and fitting conclusion to this exchange.
Emmrich chuckled, amused and proud of himself for rendering Rook almost speechless âI love you too dearestâ
He released her trembling legs so she could get them around his waist again. She hugged him tight while he held her by two hands under her backside, gently rocking her until she regained her footing.
After a while, Rook perked up, blinking away the haze in her mind only to realize something. She looked between them, where he was still hard against her. âYou didnât-â She started, looking to Emmrich. âWhat about you?â She asked, dejected. She wanted this to be about him and it ended up being about her again.
Emmrichâs chuckle was low and pleasing to her ears. âI believe I ought to prolonge the effort for the exercise to truly be efficient on burning calories.â He said, a mysterious smile on his thin lips. âA ratio of three to one should suffice for today donât you think?â
Rook blinked owlishly. She had no clue what he was talking about.
Emmrich let her think about it, amused by her airheaded state. He took a step back, then turned and walked to their bed where he carefully dropped Rook on her backside on the silken covers.
âWhat ratio are we talking about?â Rook asked as Emmrich caught her leg by the ankle and brought it to his lips for a tender kiss to her malleolus.
âOrgasms of course darling. One for me after three for youâ Emmrich replied like it was the most obvious of things. His assertive brown gaze pinned Rook down, making her feel like a meal on display. âIf youâd be kind enough to help me keep on exercising of courseâ He added lowly, in that tone that made her wet without being touched.
Rook inhaled sharply, feeling herself ready to go again. She couldnât possibly refuse such an offer.
âWell, I did say Iâd helpâŠâ
#emmrich volkarin#emmrich x rook#emmrook#veilguard fanfiction#dragon age veilguard#da veilguard#veilguard fic#dragon age the veilguard#dragon age emmrich#emmrich romance#da4 emmrich#emmrich the necromancer#veilguard#da4#dragon age fanfiction
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I'm reading: deleted fics, recovered (SPN).
I haven't had many links to share in the last week or two because I've been reading from PDFs. The above link goes to an incredible LJ community, spnstoryfinders. It is, praise the fandom gods, still active after all these years. Admittedly it's quiet nowadays. As we know, much of fandom has moved on from that platform, so there aren't as many hands to help with every search, but it's still a wonderful resource, and every pair of dedicated eyes deserves thanks. đ
It's also heavily tagged (characters, pairings, themes, tropes, etc.), so even if you just wanted to go scrolling back through old searches to find fics to read, it'd be worth it.
But what I'm sharing today are the lists of deleted authors/journals/stories (there are two postsâdon't miss the second one, linked in the first paragraph). Where available, the lists provide links to download the deleted fics.
Our fandom has lost a lot of fanfiction and fanart over the years, either by having it swept out from under us by platforms we trusted or deleted by the creators themselves. Having some of it recovered and shared like this is a bit like having a little treasure chest we can open any time we like. đ«¶
Don't take it for granted, though. Save your favourites. Download the fics in your bookmarks. Back up your backups. Preserve yesterday and enjoy tomorrow. âïž
[ETA: Point of etiquette: never publicly share the direct download link to someone's archive or file. Only link to the post they've made about it (such as I've done with the link at the top of this post). If there is no post to link to, share peer to peer only.]
#fanfic#supernatural#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural smut#spn rpf#sam winchester#dean winchester#castiel#jared padalecki#jensen ackles#sam winchester smut#dean winchester smut#supernatural fandom#spnfandom#spn fanfic#spn#fic search#fic rec#deleted fic#lost fic
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Lazy Cuddles/ 2
Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader
Word count- 1.9k
Includes- Soft cuddly boyfriend Yoongi, lazy sex from behind, cock riding, multiple orgasms, so much fluff
Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa
@borntowalkaway @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @seokwoosmole @meowmeowminnie @realisticnotes @effielumiere @svnbangtansworld @insomniacatiny @marvelfamily3000 @amyz78 @blueie-things
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đLazy Cuddles 1
Yoongi POV
"Jagi?", I call, coming into the living room
"Mmmm?", she answers
"Jagi, where are you?"
I walk around the couch to find her laying on it, her face buried in the pillows, blanket pulled up to her chin
"What are you doing baby?", I chuckle, sitting next to her
"Dying"
"No baby, you can't die", I joke, "I need you jagi"
"Yoongi", she whines
Something's wrong
She'd usually joke back with me
"Tell me what's wrong baby", I ask, running my fingers in her hair
"Bad headache", she whispers, "Hurts so much"
"I'm sorry jagi"
She gets bad headaches from time to time
Even with meds it still hurts
Sometimes they last hours, sometimes they're short
Sometimes she gets one every day for a week or two then none for months
She's been checked out and there's no explanation for them
"Did you take meds?"
"Three Advil"
"Three?", I gape
That's a lot but it's normally what she takes when the headaches are severe
"Very bad headache", she whines, "And it's not working anyway"
"I'm sorry baby. Did you drink water? Maybe you're dehydrated?"
"I did naekkeo", she answers, "I'm just trying to nap. Maybe it'll go away when I wake up"
Sounds like a good idea
I don't want to leave her alone though
"I'll stay with you jagi"
She lifts her head, squinting at me, "You don't have to work?"
"Yeah but I can do it here. Use my laptop and headphones and I'll be right next to you"
She nods, "Ok naekkeo. Thank you"
"Of course Jo"
Leaning over her, I kiss her forehead then get up to get my stuff
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Half an hour later, I stop the music to change something when I hear her whimper
Reaching out, I rub her back as I fix what I need to fix
Then I hit play and listen to the melody
She moves, turning around, her back to me, trying to get comfortable
She hasn't been able to fall asleep yet
I'm trying everything I can- play with her hair, massage her forehead, rub her back but nothing is working
I don't know what else to do for her
Once the music stops playing, I decide it's good and I open a new file to work on
"Yoongi", she whispers
"Yeah baby?"
"Can....you hold me?"
I smile at her back, saying, "Yeah jagi. Of course. I can use a break anyway"
I'll do anything for her, drop anything for her, to help her, to comfort her
Taking my headphones off, I put them and my laptop on the floor, then lay down under the blanket next to her
Wrapping my arms around her body, I pull her against me, her back to my chest
I cuddle into the back of her neck, pressing kisses to her skin there
"Better jagi?"
"Yeah naekkeo. Thank you"
"No need to thank me. I'll always jump at the chance to hold you"
"I love you Yoongi. So much"
"I love you Jo. More than anything", I tell her, "Now try to sleep baby ok? I don't want you hurting anymore"
"I'll try", she says softly
"Good"
Pressing a kiss to her neck, I hold her, my eyes closing as well
I'm not planning on sleeping as I'm not tired but I don't want to just stare at nothing
A few minutes later, I hear her even breathing and I smile
Seems like she just wanted me
Which is fine because she can have me whenever she wants
I'm not ready to get up yet so I just keep a tight hold on my jagi
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Movement against my dick wakes me up
She's moving around in my arms, her ass rubbing against my crotch
What time is it?
I don't even remember falling asleep
It's not a big deal
That's our thing
Naps
A nap with my jagi is never a bad thing
But her wiggling around is making my dick hard
"Jagi", I murmur, moving my hand down to her hips and stopping her movements, "Don't wiggle baby"
"Huh?", she asks sleepily
"Don't wiggle. Your ass is rubbing against me and making me hard"
"Mmm", she whines, still pushing against me
"Is your headache gone?", I ask, trying not to think about sex
"Yeah. Just needed a nap", she says softly, her body still pressing and moving against my dick
"No more wiggling jagi", I say softly, my cock fully hard against her
It'll go away, I just need her to stop moving
"Put it in naekkeo", she murmurs
"What?", I ask, not sure I heard her right
"I feel how hard you are. Want you. Put it in"
It takes a second for my sleep riddled brain to comprehend what she's saying
"Are you sure?", I ask, once what she says sinks in
"Yes naekkeo. Want you"
I definitely want her so I pull her pants and panties down as far as I can
She lifts her legs to her chest, pulling everything off as I pull my pants and boxers down
I pull her back against me, then align my dick to her entrance and start pushing in slowly
"Yoongi", she murmur, her tight pussy opening for my cock, sucking me in as I move
"Jagi", I whimper, my arm moving around her, keeping her body against mine, "Feels so good baby"
"Mmm", she moans, her cunt getting wetter, leaking around my cock with each inch in
I'm almost in and I shove my hips forward, burying entirely in her sweet cunt, feeling the hard clenching her pussy is doing
The pleasure rolls over me as we both moan
"So good naekkeo", she says softly
"Always good jagi", I tell her, kissing the back of her neck
I move one of her legs back, over mine thigh, spreading her legs open
Moving my hand in between her legs, I run my fingers up her pussy, collecting the juice she's leaking around my cock
Then I press on her throbbing clit, hearing her gasp, and start moving my fingers in a circle
"Yoongi", she moans, shaking against me
Her pussy tightens so hard around me, spasming so blissfully
With each massage of my fingers, her cunt creams my dick more and more
I keep my cock firmly buried in her cunt, starting to grind into her, making sure my head rubs her spot
I slide my free hand up her shirt, groping her boob, pinching her nipple
"Oh god", she cries, "Yoongi, don't stop"
"I'm not baby", I murmur against the back of her neck, pressing soft kisses to it, "Not until you cum all over my cock"
She whimpers, her pussy spasming wonderfully hard around my length
She's so fucking tight, it like her pussy is choking my cock and I'm living for every pulse
I play with her throbbing clit faster, her cunt a waterfall, soaking my pelvis and my thighs, her pretty moans music to my ears
She's close, I can tell from how her pussy's gripping my cock, how she's throbbing
And I know what she needs when she's right there
"Cum for me jagi", I murmur in her ear, "Want your pretty pussy coming all over my cock for me"
"Yoongi, oh god"
She falls apart at the next move of my fingers, orgasming all over me
"Yes baby. Don't stop", I murmur, her body shaking against mine, pleasure from her orgasm washing over me
It feels so fucking good and I wouldn't have it any other way
Her legs start to close as her orgasm continues
Letting go of her boob, I grip her thigh, holding it open
"Keep your legs open", I demand, "I didn't tell you to close them. I'm not done with you yet baby"
She nods, "Ok naekkeo"
"Good girl"
After she finishes, I hold her around her waist and keeping her leg over mine, I pull my hips back, feeling every inch of her pussy tug on my cock as I pull out to my head
"Ready for me jagi?"
She nods
I thrust my whole cock back into her, slamming her spot, her scream of pleasure sounding in the room
I move quickly, fucking her pretty pussy, incredible pleasure washing over me
Her pussy squelches with every thrust, the pornographic sound turning me on more
I pound into her, spreading her hole around my length, making her cunt cream every inch of my cock
She leans back, her arm moving around my neck, her lips crashing into mine
I throw myself into her kiss, my tongue against hers, kissing her hungrily as I fuck her pussy wide open
The kiss is messy, our tongues all over each other's and it's so right in this moment
She moves, pulling me out, then climbs on top of me, sliding down my cock to the hilt
"I need you baby", she murmurs, bouncing on my cock right away
Fuck, I need her
I move us, leaning against the couch cushion, my hands on her thighs
As she comes down, I thrust up into her cunt, going in so deep
"Yes, Yoongi", she cries, grinding on me when I'm all in
I watch her slide up my cock, her pussy cream coating my cock, making a big beautiful mess
She comes down, her pretty swollen lips wrapped around my length, her hole opening and straining as she takes me
Sliding my hands up, I push her shirt up and off, watching her pretty boobs bouncing in my face
She tugs on my shirt, whining as she rides me and I get the hint
As soon as my shirt is off, she leans her hands on my shoulders, fucking the life from me
The pleasure is exquisite and the view of her on my cock, the pleasure in her face is mesmerizing
I love this girl more than anything in this world
I start moving again, thrusting up into her pretty hole as she bounces down, the bliss increasing for both of us
"Yoongi, yes...yes baby", she pants, her gorgeous brown eyes on mine
"So fucking good jagi. Such a good girl for me", I murmur, the throbbing of her pussy becoming extremely hard and tight
We fuck each other, both sweating and the next thrust has her screaming as she cums
"Yoongi", she cries, her pussy squirting, soaking me, her head back, her hips rocking, eyes closed, her fingers digging into the skin of my chest
Ecstacy tidal waves over me, stars explode in my vision, my hand squeezing her thighs hard as I go over the edge, filling her cunt with my cum
"Joanne! Jagi!"
"Yoongi! Yoongi!"
I help her rock on me to prolong the bliss for both of us, my body shaking involuntarily
God, it's so fucking amazing
She's amazing
As we finish, her rocking slows down until she stops
Her eyes meet mine, a soft smile on her face
Her hand cups my cheek, her fingers stroking my skin, a loving look on her face as she gazes at me
"I love you"
My heart pounds in my chest, like it always does when I hear her say those words
"I love you", I tell her, smiling at her too
She leans down, her lips meeting mine
I immediately fall into her kiss, her arms moving around my neck, mine around her waist
As we kiss, we move, laying down, her body against mine, her soft skin against mine, our legs tangling together
Holding onto each other tightly, we cuddle and kiss each other with no intention to stop
#bts yoongi smut#min yoongi smut#yoongi smut#bts suga smut#suga smut#min yoongi fanfiction#bts yoongi fanfic#min yoongi fanfic#suga fanfic#bts suga fanfic#bts fanfic#bts smut
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WIP Wednesday
Thank you for the tags @beefrobeefcal, @schnarfer, @almostfoxglove, and @magpiepills!
I need to do this today because tomorrow at this time I will be meeting Marcus and Lucius and you may never hear from me again.
So, that whole moodboard for my next fic that I posted last week... well, the first chapter is done and once my grammar angel @devineconjuring does another read through, it'll be ready for posting. I'm very nervous about it, this is the most work I've done for a fic. Outlining, researching, trying to organize the swirls of thoughts in my head, etc. I hope you like it just as much as I do.
So, without further ado... here's a moodboard (lol it's just horses and hot dudes... which yeah... that's the fic) and a preview...
He brings Daisy to a halt, his brows furrowed in concentration. âWhat do you think?â he asks, his voice laced with concern. You approach the two of them. âHere, feel this,â you say, rubbing your hand along her hip. âThereâs tension in the muscle.â He reaches over, his large hand brushing against yours as he feels the spot. His brow furrows in concentration, trying to search for what you feel. âIâm not sure IâŠâ he begins, his confused voice trailing off. You place your hand over his without thinking, guiding it along Daisyâs flank. Something sparks against your skin when it presses against his, sending a shiver down your spine. Your hand looks so small above his large one. âDo you feel that?â you ask softly, pressing his fingers gently into the muscle. âThereâs a slight knot here. I think thatâs causing her to favor.â He leans in closer, his chest nearly meeting your back as he concentrates. You can feel his warm, steady breath on your neckâit heats your body, a feeling youâve felt for him that youâve been trying to push away revealing itself. Daisy shifts, causing you to stumble slightly. Marcus's strong arm instinctively wraps around your waist to steady you. "Careful," he whispers, his deep voice rumbles through you. Your head turns to thank him, but the words catch in your throat. Heâs so close, his face mere inches away from yours. From this close, you can see the flecks of gold shine through the dark of his eyes. He glances down at your lips for a moment before meeting your eyes again.
Anyways, tomorrow I see Gladiator II so I've already fucked myself with being normal about this movie when I posted three threesome fics before even stepping into a theatre. So, goodbye forever I guess. Come visit me when I get locked up for flooding the state of New Jersey tomorrow. Please bring me Twix.
NPT: @schnarfer, @sawymredfox, @burntheedges, @jolapeno, @goodwithcheese
@bitchesuntitled, @secretelephanttattoo, @maggiemayhemnj, @ace-turned-confused, @mothandpidgeon
@yopossum, @luxurychristmaspudding, @justagalwhowrites, @moonlitbirdie, @jennaispunk
#wip wednesday#marcus acacius#lucius verus#marcus acacius fic#lucius verus fic#gladiator ii#gladiator 2#gladiator ii au
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wip wednesday
Kunlun-jun says again, âCome around the partition, Shen Wei.â Shen Wei doesnât move. This is how it goes, every time. He canât seem â too eager. In the end, whatever Kunlun-jun might say, however they both might feel, this is still a conversation between a decorated general and an intermediary. âXiao Wei,â Kunlun-jun says now, coaxing, the way he always does. Usually, this is when Shen Wei gives in, goes around the partition to the bed, kneels beside Kunlun-jun, and does as heâs bidden. But Zhu Hong is the eighth in a line of seven failed couplings. Shen Wei isnât the superstitious type, but thereâs something about her that makes him think: This will be the end of it. If this really is the final time, he wants to draw it out. He wants to make it last, as much as he can.
this is from the down draft of what i'm calling the sex intermediary fic, which i'm in the middle of outlining for a second draft. i don't know what's happening in this fic anymore ahahaha. i told myself, "this is a crack pwp premise a friend suggested as a joke that i took seriously. this will be like, a 2k oneshot and no more." but actually i have 2.7k of down draft and like 3 entire scenes that need to be inserted into the next draft oops. but also, and i cannot emphasize this enough, i'm having a blast with this worldbuilding wow!!!
#weilan#guardian éé#guardian#shen wei#zhao yunlan#wip wednesday#my fic#i've also made up a whole new type of sex work and an entire associated lexicon. this is extremely fun and also i am losing it a little bit#because this time last week the tag for this fic was:#intermediary oneshot fic#âoneshotâ HAH. good try past!hidey. good try ...#i also got to add fertility windows to my list of things i've researched for fanfiction purposes. LMAO
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lockwood & co appreciation week đ favorite ship
Locklyle [insp]
#lockwood & co#lockwood and co#lockwoodandcoedit#l&coaw2023#anthony lockwood#anthonylockwoodedit#lucy carlyle#lucycarlyleedit#locklyle#locklyleedit#tvedit#userbelin#pearlcaddyedit#pearlcaddy l&co#500#i was going to do another chapter of my fic for today but i'm sick yet again#my other edits are already done so maybe i'll get time and energy to finish it before the week is up but if not please have this#can't believe today's prompt of all days is the one i phoned in so hard đ i remain a locklyle stan first and human second#the original text post is perfect for them so hopefully this looks okay#i'm already regretting the last gif because i know it's going to be a bat signal for book fans to give me teg spoilers in the tags#hate that i already know the vague shape of that spoiler because of book fans in the tags#generally begging people to be more considerate with how they interact with show fanworks
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i don't get very personal on this blog because vulnerability is tricky and being vulnerable on the internet is infinitely trickier, and also this is a dan and phil blog, so this obviously hasn't come up but i've been having life realizations that have explained my affinity towards phanfictions that talk about chronic pain. i'm going to link three i like:
broken porcelain (put me back together baby) by tarredion
flares (and assorted series fics) by huphilpuffs (unfinished but all time favorite)
must have been the wind by dvp_95
but also like. dunno. this is a post for another day but... i really do appreciate how candidly dan and phil talk about their physical health. i'm not chronically ill (though that's maybe in question rn) nor do i have the specific experiences they do, but their openness about their physical health-- even if it might be societally "taboo"-- is so important for so many people and i'm realizing rapidly that i'm one of those people it has impacted so much. when i think about it i feel less like... scared, about falling in love someday while carrying all my own bullshit with physical health issues, because i see how the two of them support each other through their experiences.
all of the above fics are alternate universes -- the first and last i believe just refer to unspecified chronic pain (i might be wrong i haven't reread them in the last weeks or so) but the middle one is specifically about fibromalaygia-- but still, i dunno. dan and phil as creators but also fic writers have really affected me in a way that i think is like... going to do a lot of good. okay that's my midnight talk thanks. <3
#astra.txt#dan and phil#phan#i guess i'll maintag. why not#it's been a weird few weeks with my physical health and i think one of the main things that led me to my realizations are these fics#i found flares because i read the first fic so many fucking times that i decided to just cave and check the chronic pain tag#and even though the fic was unfinished (usually a dealbreaker) i gave it a try and spent a couple hours reading#and like... i didn't understand why it was getting me so badly. i like many folks love hurt/comfort so i figured it was just that#but it was hitting me in a way very few other pieces could it was genuinely like. i was consumed by it for a while i still kind of am#and it's obviously just a good piece of writing the prose is great the story is great but i didn't understand why it specifically-#-and same with the first fic because i really didn't understand why THAT one of all hurt/comfort fics was like. a no-skip read.#if i saw it i had to read it and i just couldn't piece together what about those two made them so vital#and then i stopped being an idiot and was like it's because of the chronic pain plotlines. but why would that get me? i don't have that.#... and then the last couple weeks have happened and let's just say i'm figuring a lot out! about myself.#anyway. weird little vulnerability. thank u dan and phil
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My brain is. Absolutely buzzing with fic ideas right now and last night I started on a new one because I felt like i had to at least get the premise down before I lost it, but now I'm nearly 6k words in and oh no I don't have time to get another longfic wip going.... I'm 140k words deep into two other longfics right now đ I want to get into it, but I have too many stories fighting for attention in my head and this won't end well if I hop between them all bc I want to finish something for once. Ahhhh!!! Darn you limited time.
#It's about to get so much more limited because I'm starting 6 day a week FFXIV prog on Monday#technically I started last night (so I was up until 11:30pm writing the first 2k words of this...) but we have today off bc I have a concer#and like. getting off work at 3:30 if i then have 3 hours of prog. an hour to make dinner. 30-40 minutes to walk/run/exercise#that's not enough time to get out many words of fic. not if i want to do other enjoyable things with my life#so my productivity is going to tank.#so far my daily average wordcount for may has been over 3k which is insane. but i haven't had raid in ffxiv this so far this month#so that means a lot more time to write. as in 3 more hours per night to write. not that i usually write for 3hrs#but still. you get the gist of it. it's also 3 hours i'm not sitting at my computer so it's easier on the body to sit at the comp and write#anyway for anyone who is reading these tags for a mysterious reason. 1) hi. 2) this is. you probably guessed it. a dmc fic#this one is based on the vergil time travel idea that spaceacerat proposed. there are so many ways it could go but-#-this is one that would take place right before sparda leaves so sparda is still there and vergil has to convince him not to go#the thing there is i'm not really sure how it would end...in my other time travel fic i DO have an explanation for how sparda died#but i developed it specifically for that fic and it would not work for a happy ending in this fic. which i'd like to have#that fic also takes place after sparda's gone so. y'know.#but yeah i...as i'm writing this i now have somewhat of an idea for an ending but it's. bittersweet? maybe? hmmm#but yeah! never underestimate my love for time travel fics it's my favorite trope of all time. has been since i met trunks dbz as a kid.#erurandomness#erubabbles
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#i'm procrastinating rewriting the last scene in the fic because i miss the show#(or rather because i'm going through mother superion withdrawal syndrome)#and so i have been deep diving in the mother superion tag#the sheer AUDACITY some people have in suggesting suzanne is straight??? why do you insult her and me like this#dni block me please and thanks#(gays i'm joking. i mean i'm not because i might block y'all het!suzanne heathens but anyway LOL)#(just to make sure: i AM joking but i also AM surprised)#(and tbqh i do not want to see it ever again ksjfhskjdfk y'all have fun just keep away)#silly blabbering#anyway my VERY LESBIAN suzanne and her equally lesbian scientist are almost ready to be unleashed on the world#last scene should be done between today and tomorrow if i'm lucky#then i'm taking a wee break because a friend is coming over for a few days#but i'll hopefully have begun typing by the end of the week after rereading again#my estimates aren't perfect but i'm guessing maybe next week or on the other this thing gets published#so fingers crossed. might disappear for a little while after that too because posting shit makes me nervous lol#but then i'll be back for some of the analysis stuff i had planned. give it some time before i start work on the second docsuperion fic#(which will be shorter)
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"unicron" being a serious term in transformers lore is bringing me back to my blue sky days. guy with a cigarette looking out the window. i havent heard that name in 84 years
#apple bagel unicron.........#my experiences are not universal. thid is such a niche intersection of things#can anyone hear me. any of my mutual read blue sky. that was a lifechanging piece of media for me .#was on the verge that year. was being very very very heavily bullied on the schoolbus that year#(<< was. physically assaulted multiple times)#nearly broke my fuckin nose cause some asshole would sit in the front seat and trip me every time i got on for like a solid week#hashtag kick a ginger day which lasted a week#anyway. would get 2 my seat and put my headphones on and listen to the portal2 ost and read blue sky#for like. the whole year. bc that fic is basically a full length novel#one thing i would do if i had unlimited money is pay someone 2 bookbind blue sky for me .... i want that so bad#anyway. was on the transformers wiki bc i was trying 2 figure out what. all the media is and where i should stsrt.#bc im serious abt this apparently#and unicron is like..... a Major Thing#and in my head every time i see it i just hear. apple bagel unicron. hdhfhsjdbdnds#anyway. long retrospective post to say i think transformers is silly and neat and#friendship ended with my childhood being raised as a girl not being allowed to enjoy certain things. bumblebee is my new best friend#blahblahblah#reaction time#<< be prepared to block my liveblog tag soon if i actually get into transformers because i have NO other outlet for this shit lmao
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writing asks! đđ¶đ(specifically tell me about time travel please)
well hello! writing asks indeed!
đ: has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?
yes! i'm calling it the two-chapter break between the end of chapter 6 and the end of chapter 8. gotta keep you on your toes sometimes re. the fates of certain characters :)
đ¶: do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?
sometimes i do indeed listen to music while i write! fixed point has two playlists now (whoops), one that's a companion and one that's just full of songs that were either inspiration or reminded me of the plot a bit. right now i'm on the wrap-up of the entire fic (!!!!) and the tune that's pulling it all together is the way it seems by nat & alex wolff!
đ: tell me about an up and coming wip please!
oh god i've just realized i'll need to write an ao3 summary for fixed point. fuck me. anyway. here are some stats from the current iteration, which is so so so close to being done. SO close. so close.
> 108,694 words > 16-17 chapters (i'm considering splitting this last one in two so probably 17) > 222 pages in the word doc (217 of that is fic, 3 is pre-plan, 2 is scrapped scene beginnings) > 156 instances of the word fuck > 29 different time settings, if I'm counting right > several side characters including: Steve Peeps, a cohort of trained assassins, Oscar and Emmy, Chris's Cousin Zee, and Francis Beaumont > one (1) ferret
i am so incredibly excited to start sharing this with you oh my god. i went a little wild with the emotional arcs, jonathan harris gets the most character development i've ever given a human being, "emotion swamp" DOES make a reappearance, chris and robert scream at each other a lot, vanessa is the absolute MVP and i love her a lot.
anyway this month i promise. i swear to god. i am finishing this fic if it's the last goddamn thing i do.
thank you for the ask! i hope it satisfies you for now :) love youu
#fic ask game#ttau#the problem is i'm tag-teaming this fic and also one for the secret santa in july#so my brain is multitasking which is probably worse for both the fics (rip)#BUT we're doing great#shoutout to the line i just wrote -#'this one's fun because last week dennis briefly went missing'#he's fine dw#everyone just loves him a lot and get worried when he's missing for any period of time
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Hmhmhm well we have to wrap up this season somehow despite it all
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#Cannot wait for summer/offseason to be over#My school starts mid August and Iâm excited for so many things: offseason being mostly done + Econ being over + rereads + concerts + school#Yes I am that girl#Idk thereâs just something about the first week where youâre getting to know people and routines and how the year is going to work.#Also I have a regular work schedule/source of disposable income during the school year (I say disposable but I never use it Iâm a saver)#If I follow the routines everything will be ok#the time will pass anyway#I think thatâs how the comment went#But like Iâm also dreading the school year because I have to deal with so much college shit#Which means worrying about money and the economy#And making real choices that will affect the rest of my life#Last feels final and I know itâs not at least for the fic because Iâll be rereading and doodling and still living in your inbox /silly#It also happens to fall in with other lasts#And last firsts#I feel like this will lead to some assumptions about my age but you have a 50-50 change of guessing my class/year so whatever#Oh well!#amanda gets an ask#naws lufecargnu na#Oversharing in the tags tonight
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